Chapter 391: Great Battle with Apostle Su

Under the rule of the Holy Spirit, it went without saying that there were no palaces in the conventional sense.

The appearance of the Holy Capital, aside from the holy and magnificent city walls which could be called a wonder, was actually not excessive; or rather, one could not see a shred of luxury or extravagance at all.

Even among the mad people who were distorted by disease, suffering from torment, and no longer hiding their own dark sides, it was rare to see them wearing gold or silver, and there were no precious ornaments.

If everything were restored to normal, this place could truly be called the Holy Capital.

Arriving at the center of the city, there was a plaza, or rather, an altar and ritual ground.

Originally white and holy, it was now overgrown with deep purple; a giant tree grew there, covered in fluorite crystal clusters, its hanging aerial roots like tentacles, constantly waving and lashing out, easily pulverizing the surface space with a strike, forming a spatial void around it that ordinary people could not bear to look at!

And a tall figure was waving a huge precious sword in their hands, constantly severing those aerial roots, intending to fell that diseased tree.

Their back, which seemed like a mountain, appeared incomparably solid and resilient; when they swung the precious sword, it was truly like mountains collapsing downward, hacking the fifth-rank diseased tree until it had no power to resist.

Before long, the diseased tree growing on this central altar was completely eradicated.

The Holy Spirit appeared agitated, the hanging lamp floating forward.

"Su..."

"Hiss, ah!!!"

The moment her words spoke the other's name, a painful roar had already flooded over.

The mountain-like back turned at this moment; the so-called most resilient creation of the Holy Spirit could now be seen through the gaps in the armor, no longer having a human form, only deep purple flesh-tendrils surging incessantly, like dense maggots, constantly gnawing at that most resilient body.

Because of this bodily disease and distortion, the spirit and will of this Apostle Su had long been tortured and destroyed, so in reality, only a terrifying fluorite disease carrier remained before them, venting its pain upon every living thing in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, Duan had already been targeted.

The concealment of the secret technique was useless, huh?

It could basically be said to be the handiwork of True Monarch Buyi; regarding this development, Duan was not surprised.

"Ah!!!"

A hoarse roar erupted directly, and a booming pressure rushed toward them; the ritual ground immediately emitted a faint light, but it could no longer withstand it, and amidst a rushing sound, the paving stones of the ground were lifted up like a surging tide, rushing directly toward Duan's side.

Flap, flap, flap! The robes were first blown by the wild wind, making incessant sounds, and then the tidal wave of the ground struck.

It missed!

The Holy Spirit's hanging lamp flashed and returned to Duan's side; Duan used spatial manipulation and arrived behind the diseased Apostle, backhanding with a burst of great magic power, similarly surging with great might.

Boom!!! The diseased Apostle's armored hand, clearly incomparably solid, was able to twist back as if it were a soft tentacle, blocking and receiving Duan's attack at this moment.

The violent collision between the two caused the center of the altar to collapse instantly; in the central area of the Holy Capital, roaring sounds and wild winds exploded immediately.

Lightning flashed within the tornado, and space shattered into powder, thereby pulling the remnants of this central altar into a strange depth.

Between the surface and the inner layer of space, the dense, fog-like diseased spiritual Qi was like an ocean, and the landmass that had fallen here was a small boat, which seemed as if it would capsize and sink at any moment under the violently churning wind and waves. A faint light lit up, bright and gentle, merging into the boat that carried them.

It was the Holy Spirit's hanging lamp! Seeing that diseased ocean, her heart tightened immediately; she dared not let Duan truly fall into it! Thus, she made the correct choice at this moment, reinforcing the ground and restoring the altar fragments to their former luster and hardness.

And on the boat of the ritual ground, Duan was locked in a violent battle with Apostle Su.

On this side, the Three Undying were invigorated, with strength like the sea, endless and incessant, indestructible.

On that side, the disease was deep and the roots were heavy, an extreme of distortion, with strangeness spreading, and power that could not be blocked.

After arriving at the Life Source Star Realm, Duan had encountered his first thorny enemy!

The opponent was very strong; with every gesture, they could easily shatter the surface space and enter this crevice layer, the explosive giant force exceeding hundreds of billions of tons, pure and powerful; even if a mountain were to crash down, they could smash it to pieces!

Then let more than one mountain come!

Rumble~ As the ground completely stabilized, Duan diverted the only thirty percent of his magic power and immediately cast the already perfected Mountain-Lifting Dao Art; instantly, from the surface space, a towering mountain, several thousand zhang high and stretching into a belt, grew downward, violently breaking free from its mountain roots and projecting toward Apostle Su.

"Ugh, ahhhhh!"

The other roared wildly, waving the precious sword, which grew larger in the process; it was the gathering of disease Qi, the sword growing like flesh, directly growing to a thousand zhang in length, wrapped in the great might of disease-madness, shooting upward like an arrow of the mountain, the aftermath stirring the sea of disease Qi to surge even more, as if pushed by this endless sea.

Boom!

The collision of the two behemoths was earth-shattering, making the Holy Capital on the surface look like a grotesque, giant abscess had bulged out, directly tearing apart the spatial storm that had originally remained there; amidst the phantasmagoria, it silently shook the nearby surface, buildings, and diseased ones, all turning into a handful of dust.

This was not over yet! Since he had promised more than one mountain, Duan thought and acted, having taken the opportunity to ascend to the edge of the boat, which was very close to the ocean of disease Qi, causing the diseased sea that coveted normal living beings to surge even more.

But immediately after, Duan's magic power, even with only a thirty percent share, could still rely on its endless and incessant characteristics to erupt with far more power than his peers of the same rank, already like a tide and sea, squeezing and emptying a corner of the diseased sea.

And from this sea of magic power, clusters of mountains grew downward, just like suspended mountain ranges in the sky; he had already used Mountain-Lifting to another height.

This was actually quite normal; after all, the current Mountain-Lifting, once cultivated and refined, was immediately a Profound-grade Dao Art with small success; it could be said that it had already broken through to another height.

Then, these inverted mountain ranges, like artillery turrets, began to spray and throw mountains downward frantically.

Rumble! Inside the spatial crevice, the impact of magic power and giant objects brought bursts of spatial thunder; the bulge on the outside expanded more and more, stimulating the diseased spiritual Qi to surge over, mutually infiltrating and rubbing against each other, erupting into streaks of spiritual Qi thunder, mixed with the principles of space.

Striking everywhere inside and out, striking Duan's side, and also striking Apostle Su!

"Ugh, ahhhhh!"

Apostle Su roared incessantly; the whipping of the thunder not only failed to alleviate or divert his pain, but instead further stimulated the disease on his body, causing the maggot-like deformities to surge constantly, surging back and forth between the origin and the body.

Pain! Madness! Venting!

Crack, crack, crack! The body surface began to crack; the excessive riot was causing this so-called most resilient Apostle to head toward a path of self-destruction, because after all, it was an abnormal situation of disease and distortion; too much is as bad as too little, and it would only lead to self-destruction!

(End of chapter)